This time I'm basically staying in a (chic) studio apartment, which coincidentally is right across the street from Safeway. (I live right across the street from Safeway.) The rooms are cheap but that's not why I prefer these sorts of places. There's something about hotels which makes them feel intrusive. Maybe it's the placards everywhere or logos or seeing hotel people on the way to your room, or the tissue ribbon around the toilet.

Oh, I got hassled (again) at the Calgary Airport by Canadian Customs and had to go through secondary screening. A group of Mormons were in front of me and I had to wait 45 minutes for my 10 seconds getting a stamp. Hopefully next time I won't have to get screened again.